Thursday, March 09, 2006


Dream fragment:

I am some kind of shop but I'm not paying attention to what's in it. My eyes hurt. I keep trying to adjust my glasses but it doesn't help. Finally, I take my glasses off and see why I hurt: the frames are bent and twisted and the lenses are cracked and smeared with a yellowish something that's now dried. I carefully try to straighten out the frame so I can wear the glasses without pain but I'm afraid I'll break them.

I wonder what it that's all about? I didn't think my view of things was that screwed up!


Zan said...

Huh, Sometimes it isn't so much that our view's screwed-it's just blocking the possibility of a wider perspective. Your dream reminds me of Fiona Apple's song: Window:

'Because the fact in fact
Whatever's in front of me is covering my view
So I can't see what I'm seeing in fact
I only see what I'm looking through

I had to break the window
It just had to be, it was in my way
Better that I break the window
Then forget what I had to say'...

At least you didn't dream about swimming in leech-infested water, like I did a few nites ago-yeeouch!

Azra said...

Ugh...LEECHES?! And I thought I could have some nasty dreams.

Ooo...thanks for the input - that makes a lot of sense!

That Fiona Apple sure can write, can't she? :-)

Zan said...

yer welcome-she rocks the metaphorical house!